Aiken's music is informed by a rich pool of psychedelic influences—something we know from his RA podcast, but that you could guess from listening to this EP. Part shoegaze, part Perlon-style microhouse, the record is hazy and bittersweet as a half-remembered dream. Its title track's billowing percussion has an aptly avian sense of motion: coasting, fluttering, weaving. Though it follows a steady groove, it feels like an unpredictable swarm of sounds, especially in its beatless and chaotic closing section (for my money, the best part of the record).
The other tracks are a bit housier. "Open" rides a bright, childlike melody that feels of a piece with the image on the record's cover (that sun, by the way, is hand-painted on every copy). "Do It" is a shimmering mass of drum patterns and trippy loops, and quite groovy despite having no kick drum. At face value, "She Says" is by-the-books deep house, but as with the rest of this record, the richness of its textures and the depth of its emotion make it something much more than that.